Re: Epic Clash Round 2 - The Wax Colosseum
03-11-2010, 11:46 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by McBatman.
"Hm. This could be bad." Glere tilted his head, as dozens of missiles started careening towards him. He slowly peeled off the thick mask, before setting it down. He took a deep breath, then proceeded to take a steep dive following a similar path behind Spender. The missiles were closing in fast, and unfortunately the fighter wasn't very adept as the VF-1 was at sharp maneuvering.
"Think... thiiiiiiink...." Glere clenched the joystick, and forced the throttle as far as it would go. The acceleration made it difficult to keep pressing forward, but the missiles were quickly closing distance. He checked the scanners to see multiple bogeys incoming, before pulling back violently, going into a steep vertical climb heading towards the ceiling of the dome. Suddenly, the engines shut off.
Spender watched in humanoid form, some smoke coming from the rear leg of the bot, but still flyable. He was watching his inevitable victory as the Tie Fighter had apparently stalled out.
"This should shut...him... up?" Spender said stammering slightly as suddenly ship began to go downwards into a sharp spiral. The cockpit hatch opened, and the miniature Glere was strapped in for dear life as it held out its cloak. Several small assorted objects suddenly began to fly out the cockpit, spitting out in a strange vortex of armoirs, desk chairs, snow globes, cardboard cutouts of various celebrities, and assorted appliances. Spender's jaw dropped as the air was rocked with dozens of tiny bursts of light as the micro junk intercepted several missiles, before the miniature Glere returned to the cockpit. The engines fired back to life, barely gliding over the mist before resuming flight, though six or seven of the missiles were still in pursuit.
Spender sat there, blinking for a few moments.
Glere drove the throttle forward again, trying to out maneuver the remaining missiles. While it had been nothing short of a miracle that crazy maneuver had worked, there were still enough to make this game cut short. He sat thinking hard when suddenly the fighter jolted violently. Several warning klaxons began to sound as thick smoke poured off the right wing. He tried hard to maintain altitude, but the remaining missiles were closing in. With another ascent, he turned violently towards the remaining missiles, firing several shots, taking out all but 3 of them. He swerved around a large blocky structure, just in time as three puffs of fire exploded on contact.
Nothing swatted at his arm, as he felt a slight stinging sensation.
"What the hell was that now?!" he snarled, suddenly seeing the foot long starship flying past him and back into the air, leaving him in a cloud of smoke and mist.
"Hm. This could be bad." Glere tilted his head, as dozens of missiles started careening towards him. He slowly peeled off the thick mask, before setting it down. He took a deep breath, then proceeded to take a steep dive following a similar path behind Spender. The missiles were closing in fast, and unfortunately the fighter wasn't very adept as the VF-1 was at sharp maneuvering.
"Think... thiiiiiiink...." Glere clenched the joystick, and forced the throttle as far as it would go. The acceleration made it difficult to keep pressing forward, but the missiles were quickly closing distance. He checked the scanners to see multiple bogeys incoming, before pulling back violently, going into a steep vertical climb heading towards the ceiling of the dome. Suddenly, the engines shut off.
Spender watched in humanoid form, some smoke coming from the rear leg of the bot, but still flyable. He was watching his inevitable victory as the Tie Fighter had apparently stalled out.
"This should shut...him... up?" Spender said stammering slightly as suddenly ship began to go downwards into a sharp spiral. The cockpit hatch opened, and the miniature Glere was strapped in for dear life as it held out its cloak. Several small assorted objects suddenly began to fly out the cockpit, spitting out in a strange vortex of armoirs, desk chairs, snow globes, cardboard cutouts of various celebrities, and assorted appliances. Spender's jaw dropped as the air was rocked with dozens of tiny bursts of light as the micro junk intercepted several missiles, before the miniature Glere returned to the cockpit. The engines fired back to life, barely gliding over the mist before resuming flight, though six or seven of the missiles were still in pursuit.
Spender sat there, blinking for a few moments.
Glere drove the throttle forward again, trying to out maneuver the remaining missiles. While it had been nothing short of a miracle that crazy maneuver had worked, there were still enough to make this game cut short. He sat thinking hard when suddenly the fighter jolted violently. Several warning klaxons began to sound as thick smoke poured off the right wing. He tried hard to maintain altitude, but the remaining missiles were closing in. With another ascent, he turned violently towards the remaining missiles, firing several shots, taking out all but 3 of them. He swerved around a large blocky structure, just in time as three puffs of fire exploded on contact.
Nothing swatted at his arm, as he felt a slight stinging sensation.
"What the hell was that now?!" he snarled, suddenly seeing the foot long starship flying past him and back into the air, leaving him in a cloud of smoke and mist.